In the whispering winds of the ancient plains,
Stories of old, in hearts remain,
Echoes of ancestors, through time they flow,
In the sacred dance of life, they glow.

Majestic eagles soar high above,
Guardians of the land they love,
Rivers sing with voices clear,
Of unity, of hope, and of no fear.

In the quiet of the forest deep,
Spirits of nature, secrets keep,
Harmony with earth and sky,
A legacy that will never die.

Through the eyes of the wise and old,
Tales of courage and truths are told,
A heritage rich, a life so pure,
Enduring forever, strong and sure.